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Posted by carrie on Apr 2, 2008 7:14:25 GMT -6
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The wind howled, and for a while, Mazimayas seemed to be lost, staring into the fire, but lost. Pulling his hand over his grizzled face, he turned his turned every thought slowly in his mind. Carrie quietly regarded him. She wasn’t the only one, Mrs. Stokes seemed aware of what was happening, despite head tilted, stirring soup and feeding each of the wretched farmers. She heard one kick and curse, a sharp whisk of knife silenced him. Mazimayas’ thoughts seemed to be dying. He shrugged, ignoring her question. ‘Same as you, I propose. Lucien had no right to send you here, even for earnings better than what you had at the factory.’
Carrie silently soaked it in. Somehow it didn’t surprise her that he seemed familiar with the Husky. This was an odd place to be, somewhat reverted in time and culture.
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